Crawled Of The Sea
Title: Crawled Out Of The Sea
Rating: 12? Nothing to warn about at all really, apart from nakedness, which isn't really mentioned. The sea? Hydrophobes beware!
Pairing: Allan/Much
Disclaimer: As usual I have nought to do with the Beeb. Would be awesome and miraculous if they'd hired me since yesterday.
Author's Note: ! A pre-story note! As those who know the album will know, this is pulled pretty much entirely from a tiny little bit of singing, with one lyric, on Laura Marling's 'Alas I Cannot Swim', the Interlude, 'Crawled Out Of The Sea'. Listen to it, it makes me happy! This was originally meant to be the tiniest drabble, but I've never succeeded in writing one before, and have not again!
In his dream Much stood on a beach. The sky above him was grey, tremendous clouds fought one-another for the highest reaches of heaven. The only sounds was that of the cold waves lapping against the coarse sand. He stared out to sea, gentle waves giving way to rough whiteheads beyond the bay. Something moved in the depths, and he realised it was man. Men swimming for the shore, naked to the elements. He wanted to move, to help them, but found himseld anchored to the ground, he could not will his muscles to move. He felt no surprise when Robin and Allan's heads emerged from the water, crawling out of the sea. They dripped salt wet trails as they climbed up the beach, advancing on his statuesque figure. Their course would lead them past him, one on either side. He did not speak. As they drew closer he found he could not watch them both. He would have to choose. He looked to Robin, then his eyes were pulled to Allan. Allan was moving towards him. As he looked on in amazement, Allan drew ever closer, stood, and walked into his arms. His body was wet and cold, his hands on Much's back chilled him, and all Much wanted to do was warm him. He wrapped his own arms around the body, Allan rested his head against him. Much looked to Robin. On hands and knees, head hanging, breathing hard. He raised his head, and with terrified eyes, Much received a cold grimace. As he felt his warmth being shared with Allan, he and Robin just stared. After minutes he woke with a start. The camp was quiet. Allan's head rested on his legs where they had fallen asleep about the fire. Robin lay to his right, deep in sleep. Still looking at Robin, Much ran his hand through Allan's curly hair. Then he lay down, and settled into blissfully dreamless sleep.
Rating: 12? Nothing to warn about at all really, apart from nakedness, which isn't really mentioned. The sea? Hydrophobes beware!
Pairing: Allan/Much
Disclaimer: As usual I have nought to do with the Beeb. Would be awesome and miraculous if they'd hired me since yesterday.
Author's Note: ! A pre-story note! As those who know the album will know, this is pulled pretty much entirely from a tiny little bit of singing, with one lyric, on Laura Marling's 'Alas I Cannot Swim', the Interlude, 'Crawled Out Of The Sea'. Listen to it, it makes me happy! This was originally meant to be the tiniest drabble, but I've never succeeded in writing one before, and have not again!
In his dream Much stood on a beach. The sky above him was grey, tremendous clouds fought one-another for the highest reaches of heaven. The only sounds was that of the cold waves lapping against the coarse sand. He stared out to sea, gentle waves giving way to rough whiteheads beyond the bay. Something moved in the depths, and he realised it was man. Men swimming for the shore, naked to the elements. He wanted to move, to help them, but found himseld anchored to the ground, he could not will his muscles to move. He felt no surprise when Robin and Allan's heads emerged from the water, crawling out of the sea. They dripped salt wet trails as they climbed up the beach, advancing on his statuesque figure. Their course would lead them past him, one on either side. He did not speak. As they drew closer he found he could not watch them both. He would have to choose. He looked to Robin, then his eyes were pulled to Allan. Allan was moving towards him. As he looked on in amazement, Allan drew ever closer, stood, and walked into his arms. His body was wet and cold, his hands on Much's back chilled him, and all Much wanted to do was warm him. He wrapped his own arms around the body, Allan rested his head against him. Much looked to Robin. On hands and knees, head hanging, breathing hard. He raised his head, and with terrified eyes, Much received a cold grimace. As he felt his warmth being shared with Allan, he and Robin just stared. After minutes he woke with a start. The camp was quiet. Allan's head rested on his legs where they had fallen asleep about the fire. Robin lay to his right, deep in sleep. Still looking at Robin, Much ran his hand through Allan's curly hair. Then he lay down, and settled into blissfully dreamless sleep.